Several weeks back, we removed the tick on the left from the editor’s neck. Upon returning from an outing earlier today, he discovered the one on the right crawling up his sock. It’s almost like they’re out to get him, so after tossing the day’s apparel into the washer, it was time to hit the showers posthaste. Because where there’s one, there are more. And you absolutely never want to spend the night with a tick.